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29 Emily ran her dad’s phone through her hands and pondered what to say. She’d had a good half an hour or so, but she didn’t want to rush it. She needed to make sure she got the tone right. She’d read his previous texts to her and saw he was straightforward but a bit playful, too. She’d need to match that, or Chrissie would smell a rat straightaway. Eventually, she settled on a reply and typed it out. Me too. I’m free tomorrow night and have some vinegar I need to get rid of. Fancy it? X She hovered her finger over the Send button for a moment or two, then tapped it.